"I Came From The Void" (closed)

[ToniTaylor]

"I Came From The Void"​

Sometime in the future:

The deep space cargo transport ship simply referred to as DST-44 was 18 years into its 22 year long transit, returning to Earth from the Reckell System. It was laden with 1.5 million tons of ore, roughly 100 times what a typical freight train had once carried from mine to refinery on Earth centuries earlier, before the ores ran out.

Although the ship had a crew of 22, only one was awake at the time of the incident. In fact, Allison Rooker had been padding through one of the four cryostasis compartments when the incident occurred. She was barefoot, wearing only a tight fitting, spaghetti strap blouse that barely reached downward past her belly button, and a pair of comfortable but sexy boy shorts that rode low on her hips, high on her thighs, and tight through her crotch. Although inside the cryo-beds themselves the temperature was a chilly 7 degrees Celsius, the equipment in the room that kept her stasis-bound crewmates alive caused the temperature in the compartments themselves to run a rather toasty 29, with the excess heat recycled to perform other purposes.

Allison was already dressed for her sleep period before coming to do her final of four daily checks of the cryo-beds. Her quarters were only 20 meters down a much cooler passageway from the cryo-compartments, so after she finished here, it was only a short chilly walk to her own warm bed.

Or, at least, it normally was.

This day, she wouldn't be going back to her own bed. Ever again. Or, at the least, as Allison Rooker.

She was about to exit the compartment when a sharp crashing sound in a distant compartment that none the less was heard and felt here scared the shit out of Allison, causing her to practically jumped out of her skin. A moment later, an alarm sounded, followed by the ship's AI announcing, "Hull breach, Cryostasis Compartment Four … hull breach, Cryostasis Compartment Four. Depressurization imminent."

Allison was in Cryo One. She ran aft as the message repeated again and again. She opened, passed through, and closed the pressure door between One and Two, then did the same between Two and Three. At the door to Four -- now locked due to the breach and increasing pressure differential -- Allison looked though the window for some sign of damage. She saw nothing.

"Maggie!" Allison hollered, using the pet name that called the attention of the ship's AI. After the AI ceased its emergency warning and responded with a simple but recognizable tone telling her that she had the computer's attention, Allison began firing off questions about the compartment's pressure, the pressure drop, the differential between the compartments, and whether she knew where the leak was and how big it might be. Once she thought she had all the info she was going to get -- insufficient as it was -- Allison ordered, "Lower the pressure in Cryostasis Compartment Three to match that in Four and open the pressure door."

The AI asked for verification of the unusual but not unheard of order, then began doing as commanded. Allison wiggled her jaws left and right rapidly in an effort to lessen the pain in her ears from the sudden pressure drop. Even so, both of her ears plugged up.

The lock disengaged, and Allison slid the door open and hurried inside. She knew the breach was at an outer bulkhead, though she didn't know which. She rushed to port and searched down the wall, finding nothing. She did the same down the starboard bulkhead but again nothing. She was starting to seriously feel the effects of the lower pressure and was contemplating evacuating when she heard it, a hiss. She looked straight up to find the leak in the overhead. Fuck!

She rushed to a cabinet on the forward, inner bulkhead, found a dinner sized flexible patch, then rushed back to just below the hole. She wished she could take the time to retrieve and erect one of the expandable ladders, but there just wasn't enough time. The cryo-bed had been supposedly designed to survive zero pressure, but an earlier experience with such an emergency on another ship -- in which two crew had died and another was left permanently disabled -- left her unwilling to take the chance.

She looked upward at the hole, took a stance, then tossed the patch up into the air with both hands giving it a spinning flick. It hit the overhead and fell right back down into her hands. A second try left Allison rushing around a cryo-bed to retrieve the flexible disk. She thought to herself as she made her next attempt, Third times a charm.

Allison laughed in joy as the patch hit the overhead right over the hole and the pressure differential between the compartment and the void of space held it in place. She waited a moment, then asked, "Maggie, what's happening to the pressure?"

The AI reported the current pressure and the lack of continuing pressure drop, then asked if she should raise the pressure to normal. Allison answered, "Yes, Maggie. Are there any other breaches in the hull?"

The AI was reporting that the rest of the ship seemed unaffected when Allison noticed what seemed to be light out of the corner of her eye. She turned just in time to see what almost looked like the glowing red cherry of the end of a cigar coming at her. Before she could react or even contemplate how to react, it struck her right between the eyes...

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When Allison came to, she was Allision no more. And she smiled.

"Allison Rooker, are you alright?" the ship's AI was repeating in her normally calm tone after an untold number of times asking. "Allison Rooker, do you need me to wake a Medical Staff representative...? Allison Rooker, are you--"

"I am fine," Allison said, silencing the AI. "There is no need to wake a Medical Staff representative."

She looked about herself for a moment, then looked down at her feet. She moved them, momentarily losing balance when only one leg was supporting her. She smiled, chuckled, then laughed at the sound of her previous chuckle. She began studying the crew in each of the cryo-beds for a moment before moving to the next. When she reached the last, she figured out the door, went through, and repeated her survey. She repeated this in Two and then in One, then headed further forward until she'd investigated every main compartment of the forward half of the ship.

Allison didn't keep track of how long she spent surveying the ship, including the portion aft of the Cryostasis Compartments that were mostly cargo holding and engineering. When she was done, she returned to what she knew were her quarters and surveyed it, too. Then, she found a mirror on the inside back of the door of a clothing locker. Allison studied her new form for a long moment. She turned this way and that, looking at her backside and each of her sides in profile.

It was an interesting form. A bit frail and fragile compared to most of those that she had occupied in the past. And simple: one head as were most of its predecessors, but with only four appendages and not very strong, sturdy ones at that. It had hair on its head but no where else. Allison pulled out the front of her blouse to look at the firm, round mounds of flesh. She didn't immediately know the purposes of them, but a quick search of her new brain filled her in. She smiled thinking about one of the two purposes.

She pulled out the front of the shorts. She found more flesh there and smiled again, knowing that what she was seeing down there had a purpose that was related to the purpose of the mounds, the bosom or breasts or tits. As she let the waistband return to her flat belly, Allison thought to herself, No hair there, either.

After some more unmeasured time, she headed aft again. In Cryostasis Compartment One, she asked, "Maggie...? Do I call you Maggie?"

The AI responded, "Yes, Allison, you do. What can I do for you?"

"This vessel requires repairs to the room that was damaged earlier, yes?"

The AI gave a thorough report about the needed repair to the inner and outer hulls. The space between those two hulls was a sealed area, so the breach of the outer hull hadn't needed to be patched to cease the leak. But it still needed to be repaired, so the AI informed Allision that a crew member would need to make an EVA.

"Extra-vehicular activity," Allison spoke without a real need to do so. "Do you have a recommendation for a person to do this work?"

The AI answered positively.

"Please wake this person then," Allison said simply. She smiled a bit, adding, "It will be nice to have company."

 

[Gr8chtr]

Langdon

Langdon Mumford III was beginning to stir. It was always like this when he was on the verge of coming out of stasis. First, would come splashes of color behind his eyelids as his visual cortex began to slowly revive. Then fuzzy images. Then remarkably pleasant dreams, some with hints of erotic pleasures. Once fully awake and the memory traces still there, he had no way of knowing how much time these images took to occur. A few minutes before wakefulness? Days? Weeks? Months?

Whatever the case, there was always some period of reverie as he lay in the crypto-bed, eyes still closed as if taking a nap. This time myriad thoughts flowed gently through his mind. His heritage: Langdon had been expected by his aristocratic family to follow familial tradition seeking wealth and fame, but here he was, still a Crewman, not even yet a Supervisor, on a freighter. His last girlfriend: Sophie, whom he left nearly standing at the altar, after his choosing a life in the maritime space service. In his periods out of stasis over the past 18 years he hadn’t had sex even once, let alone any romantic involvements. The thought of his celibacy possibly changing caused a small smile to begin as he moved toward full consciousness.

Langdon opened his eyes as the horizontal hatch to his crypto-bed noiselessly slid open. Resting for just another minute, he slowly sat up, to see Allison standing over him, staring at him intently, but saying nothing. He knew her, of course, but he never had seen her like this, dressed in a revealing outfit that showed every bit of her hot body. Langdon couldn’t help himself; he stared back at her with equal intensity, unconsciously scanning up and down her thinly-clothed body, taking every bit of it in.

 

[ToniTaylor]

The AI had told Allison which crew member would be awoken and in which cryo-bed he could be found. She went to it and stood over it, watching the process from start to finish. Anyone else -- anyone who was actually human -- would have gone nuts after a few hours. This new Allison barely even registered the 43.5 hour long procedure.

When the bed's alarm finally went off and the transparent lid pulled back, Allison stepped back to give space to the man, Crewman Langdon Mumford. She was a bit perplexed when he didn't immediately exit. But then, while her body had been through the process several times over the pass 18 years and over another 74 years between three missions before that, the alien occupying this body had never experienced it before. Why would she? She was practically immortal and with the exception of when she was occupying a physical body, she didn't need to be preserved against time.

Eventually, though, the man sat up in his bed, turned, and let his feet hit the warm deck. He looked her over in a way he never had before due to her rather skimpy wardrobe. Allison didn't think anything about it, of course. After all, he wasn't wearing much more than she was.

But as he was looking her over, Allison was looking Langdon over as well. His body was so different that her own, of course, because this species was divided into different genders for the purpose of breeding. While Allison's body was that of a female, his was that of a male. She fully understood the whole reproduction process of the Humans, of course. It was all right here in her brain.

But there was more to their body differences than simply perpetuating their species. The Humans used their bodies for the production of pleasure, too. She understood that, too; her hostess had used her body in that way with a number of other Humans, mostly male but female as well. Allison was eager to learn more about this facet of Human life.

But right now, she and Langdon had work to perform. Without even asking whether or not he was coherent enough to understand, Allison instructed the AI to give the man a full explanation of what had happened, what the damage was, and what he had to do to fix it.

"Total time to finish repairs is estimated to be 82 hours," the AI said. The computer was factoring in the fact that Langdon would likely have to perform multiple EVAs. Knowing that the awoken crew member with the tits but no cock was in charge, the AI asked, "Would you like to begin now, Allison?"

"No," Allison said quickly. She smiled to Langdon, asking, "Would you like to go to your quarters and perform a hygiene regime before taking your first meal?"

 

[Gr8chtr]

As he stood up fully, Langdon recalled that it typically took him a full two hours after coming out of stasis for his mental functioning to return to 100% of his capacity. Long-term memory, verbal language and motor skills returned almost immediately, within just a minute or two. But, his frontal lobes, that part of the human brain that provides executive functioning, planning and restraint took the longest to revive. He was always more than a little impulsive in those first two hours.

Notwithstanding, he heard enough of AI Maggie's description to understand what needed to be done, a task that would take more than the equivalent of 3 Earth days to complete. He knew now why he had been pulled out of stasis. He and one other crew member were the external repair specialists. The other guy, Mason Freitag, had gone into stasis only about a year ago; clearly it was Langdon's turn to respond.

Without saying so, though, Langdon had two problems related to Allison. First, he found it almost impossible to stop staring at Allison in her scantily-clad outfit. And, increasingly his mind was filled with erotic images of fucking her. He tried, with little success, to force these out of his head. She was a Supervisor; even hinting at sexual interest in her, let alone coming on to her, could result in a demotion in his rank or, in the extreme, even being put back in stasis for the rest of the voyage and fired from the maritime service when the ship returned to Earth.

Langdon's second problem: Allison was a Supervisor, he a Crewman. So, at least in principle when, and how, the repair was to be made was her call. But she had offered him an option:

Would you like to go to your quarters and perform a hygiene regime before taking your first meal?

Langdon's superb logical mind and his expertise in hull repair, coupled with the fact that he didn't typically feel very hungry for at least a few hours after coming out of stasis, made it clear that he should start immediately with an EVA, if only to completely survey the damage. But, he was still in his post-recovery impulsive period. Immediately going to the mess deck might mean that Allison would continue in his company still dressed as she was, rather than in the standard crew uniform. Blowing caution to the wind Langdon said:

"Thank you, Allison, for suggesting some personal time before I start the EVA. I'm feeling kind of hungry. I'd like to go directly to the mess deck. And...uh...I always feel a little disoriented immediately after coming out of stasis. So, I'm wondering if you would join me at the mess while I eat."

Langdon hadn't lied entirely. He generally did feel a little disoriented post-stasis. And, he was hungry; just not for food.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Neither Allison nor Langdon was fully in their right mind, of course. He was still a bit loopy after having been in stasis for more than 2 years, and she, of course, wasn't even human! Oh, she had all of her hostess's thoughts and memories, but she -- the alien -- was partaking in some on the job training when it came to consciously and unconsciously accessing those thoughts and memories and putting them to good use.

Soon, she'd have it all together, just as Langdon would. And it would be nearly impossible to tell that Allison hadn't been Allison all along.

In the meantime, though, she wasn't acting entirely like she had before yesterday. That wouldn't mean much to Langdon, of course, as he hadn't worked very closely with her in the past. He and the former Allison had only worked together once aboard the transport, and their pre-mission training had been limited, perhaps three or four hours in total over several weeks.

Would he even remember anything about her personality? Would he take notice of how strangely she might act over the hours and days to come?

Allison moved to Langdon's side and helped steady him to his feet. Her right hand took his right, and her left arm wrapped around his waist. That might have tipped him off a bit. After all, they were in their underwear. And she made no mention of him putting on his uniform, which were neatly folded and available with his boots near the end of the cryo-bed. Or maybe he might have just thought she was a very open girl who didn't shy away from such innocent proximity. Or … maybe he would think she was hoping to fuck him as much as he was hoping to fuck her.

"Step slow," she warned Langdon, encouraging him forward. The deck was warm due to the room's high temperature. She spoke to him with the sympathy of a rehab doctor getting a man back on his feet after a leg or back injury. "Doing good. Another step. There, see … you're walking."

Allison took him to and through the three airlock hatches that eventually got them into the mess. The decks and rooms out here were cold, but she didn't personally notice it. Langdon's reaction to the serious drop in temperature Allison did notice, though. She told him she would find clothes for him once he was sat before a hot meal and a cup of his chosen hot drink.

"It's good to have some company," she told him, finally talking about something more than him not falling down. The AI had already begun heating a meal for Langdon, and Allison retrieved it and set it before him. "Coffee, tea, apple cider, water hot or cold, what?"

After she retrieved his drink, she sat in the chair opposite him. Even though Allison didn't feel the cold of the room, her body did. Her bosom was above her side of the table, of course, and her nipples had swollen significantly to the room's 17 degrees Celsius.

"I'm going to go get your clothes," she said, hopping up when she realized that Langdon was now trembling.

Allison hurried off, intending to go get his uniform, but then thought differently. She ducked into the nearest stateroom, snatched up a blanket, and hurried back to the mess hall. She urged Langdon forward in his seat a bit, then wrapped the blanket over his shoulders. She was very close to him as she tucked the covering all around his torso and thighs to conceal him.

Then, leaning in over the sitting Langdon, Allison wrapped her arms around him and began running her hands quickly over his back, his shoulders, his upper arms to warm him through friction. She told him to pinch the blanket closed better … then she reached her hands inside it to his thighs and started running her hands up and down their sides, their tops, and even into their insides a bit. At one point -- twice, actually -- her finger tips very nearly came into contact with his manhood.

"Better?" she asked as suddenly she stood up before him. "I'm going for your clothes again. Be right back."

And off she hurried again.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Langdon's head was swirling. Allison had seemed to genuinely offer him help to literally get back on his feet after he came out of stasis. This was something that any Supervisor or Crewman would do to help another member on the ship. At first, he thought that she seemed to be holding him closer than would be expected but he decided that might just be his wishful thinking.

And, as he sat at the mess waiting for AI Maggie to direct the ship's automated kitchen to produce the meal that he had requested, he had been cold enough to tremble. Just out of stasis 17 degrees Celsius was too cool. Allison's retrieval of a blanket was right on target.

But then came the shock. What was Allison doing? Fuck! She running her hands all over his body. Her fingers nearly touched his cock, which was now rapidly expanding to fill the pouch in his briefs. Langdon knew instantly that if Allison and he were at the same rank, he would have returned her tease with full force, running his hands all over her luscious flesh. But, he couldn't take the chance. Allison was a Supervisor. In a legal hearing with her words against his, he would surely lose.

Better? I'm going for your clothes again. Be right back.

"Wait!", Langdon exclaimed emphatically. Instantly, he could hardly believe himself. He had, essentially, just given an order to a Supervisor. With his still-impaired inhibitory control, he couldn't resist the impulse to stop her from leaving. The thought of the two of them continuing to sit close, nearly half-naked, while he finished his meal was just two compelling.

It was too late; Langdon couldn't take it back. He could only follow up. Speaking in a less commanding tone he said, "Thanks to you, I'm feeling warmer now. I would enjoy your company while I finish my meal. Then, I'd like to go the men's room, take a shower, then go to my stateroom and change into my crew uniform, preparing for the EVA.

 

[ToniTaylor]

"Wait!" Langdon exclaimed emphatically.

Allison stopped short of the door and looked back. She didn't take his single word as an order, like Langdon had feared she would. If she had been fully of her Supervisory mind, she might have been a bit tiffed at it. But no.

"Thanks to you, I'm feeling warmer now" he continued.

Allison smiled, pleased. He was still trembling a bit, which confused her. But he wouldn't have stopped her from going for warm clothes if he thought the chill would continue … right?

"I would enjoy your company while I finish my meal," he told her.

That caused Allison to head back toward her seat. Company, of course, was the primary reason she'd awoken another member of the crew. The repair of the hull breach was obviously important. But Allison was bored. She needed a human with whom she could exercise her mind.

"I would enjoy your company," Allison told Langdon with a happy smile.

She sat down across from him as he finished, "Then, I'd like to go the men's room, take a shower, then go to my stateroom and change into my crew uniform, preparing for the EVA.

"I would like to take a shower," Allison said with a matter of fact tone that lacked any sort of flirtation or suggestion. She hadn't meant I would like to take a shower with you, though it might have sounded that way. "More hot liquid?"

She stood and crossed to the beverage dispenser. She stood there a while reading the list of offerings. The previous Allison had always drank hot black tea or cold lemonade, but the new Allison wanted to try every drink listed, in addition to trying them with the various condiments that could be added to them. She filled a glass with Langdon's choice, then dispensed a hot chocolate with whip cream and caramel sprinkles.

Allison realized she was feeling a bit of discomfort with her clothes. She hadn't realized that her boy shorts had started riding up her butt crack; one cheek was showing about half more than it should have been, while the other was nearly fully exposed. Allison pinched her buttock cheeks together, relaxed them, tilted her hips this way and that. Finally she reached a finger back, slipped it under the tight elastic, and pulled both sides of the shorts back into place.

She'd done all this with her back to Langdon, sitting three meters away. Turning with the drinks, she smiled to him and returned to her seat.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Langdon's fear that he had overstepped his bounds when he said "Wait!" evaporated when Allison changed course and headed back to her seat by him. Clearly, it wasn't forced; she returned with a happy smile.

I would enjoy your company.

Although he was delighted with Allison's return and that she had seemed genuinely to enjoy his company, Langdon felt a little pang of guilt. His statement that he would enjoy her company was initially a ruse, just to get her scantily-clad body close to him for a little longer. The guilt passed quickly, though, because he realized that he actually did enjoy talking with her, even if the sexual attraction was predominant.

As Allison wen to the beverage dispenser, Langdon mulled something over. He barely knew Allison. They had only worked together once before on this entire mission and their limited experiences together in the pre-mission training were now in the long past. Still, there was something that didn't seem quite right about her. Probably nothing, but it did seem odd.

More hot liquid?

There it was; one of the oddities that were gnawing at him. No one ever asked you if you wanted "more hot liquid". "A hot beverage" or "something hot to drink"were the kinds of expressions that someone would use when offering to get something for the other person, not "more hot liquid".

Langdon didn't have much time to think about Allison's odd expression. Suddenly, he was staring at her nearly naked ass showing through her shorts. And, she was playing with her underwear while he watched! Langdon was now so turned-on by the sight of her that as she returned with their drinks, he could hardly control himself. His cock was now straining hard against his briefs, eager to be free of its constraints.

Finishing his drink quickly while trying to not appear nervous or too excited, he smiled at Allison and said, "Well...thanks for the company and getting the drinks for us. That was kind. I'm going to run off now to my stateroom in Sector N, take a quick shower and change into my crew uniform in preparation for suiting up for the EVA. Do you want to meet me somewhere when I'm ready for suit-up, or shall I just go ahead and begin the first EVA so that I can evaluate the damage to the outer hull? If you're not decided now, I'll have my communicator activated once I get to my stateroom. You can call or send me a message that way.

He was in a hurry. Not waiting long for her reply, Langdon started the long journey to Sector N.

Langdon hoped that his description of his plan was believable. He had described most of his plan but he left out an important detail. He did plan to take a shower and change, but he also planned to give himself a hand job while showering. He needed at least some release.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Allison stood again as did Langdon as he readied himself to leave. She offered to deal with the blanket. Would he give it up? Or would he need to keep it because he still having a problem down below?

"I would like to meet you on the Observation Deck," she said in reference to Langdon's question about meeting up later. "I believe that it is supposed to be the most incredible sight in the world."

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"Isn't it spectacular?"

Allison smiled to her crew mate when he came to stand by her near the front of the O-Deck. She spoke with the awe of someone seeing something unbelievable for the very first time. It wasn't her first time, of course. In fact, it wasn't even her first time being here with Langdon. Just after the ship's departure from Reckell III, before the vast majority of the crew was put in cryo-stasis, all of them had come here for a final, full staff get-together.

It was when the real Allison had met Langdon for the first time. And while they'd only exchanged greetings and spoken momentarily about the mission, it was unlikely that he or anyone else would have forgotten her. Many of the men there that day -- and even some of the women -- had remarked that Allison was the one person they wouldn't mind be awoken with when there was no one else around from whom to find some sexual pleasure.

This Allison hadn't searched her memories to find if she'd been here before. And even if she had, she still would have found this spectacular. Her first time here the ship had only still been advancing toward Light Speed, so the view outside hadn't been like this. It had been pretty much like one might see from an isolated mountain top far, far from the light pollution of the most nearby cities.

But there was something that happened when ships reached light speed, the space around them erupted in a shimmering light that Allison -- the real Allison -- had always had trouble describing. It a fog bank overtop a gentle sea, with a thick, quickly moving fog being illuminated by the powerful lights of sailing vessels bobbing about in all directions. And then there were the fireflies. At Warp 4 or higher -- yes, sometimes real life imitates fiction, in this case an ancient television program called Star Trek -- Allison had always thought that stars passing nearest to the ship looked like fireflies dancing through that fog.

No one had been able to explain why this effect occurred at all, let alone why it occurred at 300 billion meters per second. But Allison -- this Allison -- didn't and couldn't care. She only knew that it was the most beautiful thing she ever seen.

"Come! Come sit with me!" she told Langdon, grasping his hand and leading him to the bench seat that sat in the middle of the wide open observation area. Once sat, she was again saying, "Isn't it spectacular."

The transport ship had a number of amazing technologies, but right now Allison found the viewing window the only one that mattered. It was 6 meters high from deck to overhead and wrapped in a 150 degree arc for a total length of 30 meters. It was some sort of multi layer composite that neither Allison had or did now understand. It was protected by the same Deflector system protecting the rest of the ship's bow but, just in case, it was strong enough to withstand an impact from a small piece of space debris just as well as the metal portions.

Thankfully, the sides of the ships hadn't been protected by the deflector, Allison thought, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

She reached over and took Langdon's hand into both of hers, smiled to him, then looked back to the scene before them. She could sit here all day … with company.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Isn't it spectacular?

"Yes," Langdon replied quietly as the two of them stood side-by-side on the observation deck. And, he meant it. He wasn't sure that he even had the word for it, but "spectacular" was as good as any. He recalled being here years ago just after the ship's departure from Reckell III, only a few days after which he had gone into stasis. But, that had been at the full-crew staff meeting and reception that left little time for gazing at the universe spread out before them. This was a truly different, almost religious experience.

Indeed, Langdon was so in awe of this sight that he nearly forgot that Allison was standing next to him or the lust that he had felt for her on the mess deck. That didn't last long. Jerking off in the shower had given him only partial relief. That they had both changed into their modest crew uniforms decreased some the stimulation resulting from seeing Allison nearly naked, but the clothing change didn't wipe out his memory of the stunning sight of her outrageously hot body. His mind was now drawn from the cosmos to the very immediate.

Come! Come sit with me!

Langdon barely had time to process Allison's invitation when all of a sudden she was grasping his hand and pulling him to sit beside her on the bench. Once they sat, she took both of his hands in hers. His mind reeled again. This was almost like being young lovers sitting on a park bench or being out on their first date, both of them sharing the infamous "awkward silence" before their first kiss.

Again, he knew that if Allison weren't a Supervisor, he would have made a move on her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling them into a kiss. But, she was a supervisor. So, instead, Langdon sat quietly, leaving his hands in hers. After a few moments, he turned to nearly face her and repeated his earlier reaction, "Yes, Allison, this is, indeed, spectacular." He paused briefly, still facing her, then said softly, "and so are you."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Allison was thoroughly enjoying herself, sitting in this incredible place with that spectacular scene and a friend with whom she could share it. She'd been entirely correct when she'd interpreted the void in her hostess as the need for company. And this Langdon was turning out to be a very agreeable companion indeed.

After some time he agreed that the view was spectacular, adding, "And so are you."

"Thank you," Allison responded to him with a rather matter of fact tone. She looked back to the view again, believing that that had been the end of that. But after a bit, her unconscious sorting-about of her hostess's memories caused Allison to turn to Langdon with a bit of a surprised expression, a giggle, and a question. "Oh! That was a compliment … wasn't it?"

She still had Langdon's nearest hand clutched within both of hers, like some heart throbbing teenage during the age when men and women courted on their way to a first kiss, as opposed to dated on the way to their first fuck.

"I think you are spectacular, too, Langdon," she said, her smile still wide. In something obviously short of the intimacy that was going through Langdon's mind, Allison said, "I think we are going to become good friends."

And she turned back to the view once again.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Langdon felt warmed by Allison's response to his comment. And, she was right: This was almost seeming like the beginning of a friendship. Despite his lust for Allision, platonic friendship wouldn't be so bad, Langdon thought. Given her role as a Supervisor, they probably weren't likely to strike up a sexual relationship anyhow. As wonderful as that would be, becoming "good friends" was not a bad second choice.

Still, a little alert passed through Langdon's mind. Allison had appropriately thanked him for his comment that she was spectacular, but she had followed that up with her naive question, "Oh! That was a compliment … wasn't it?" Who wouldn't instantly recognize that calling the person "spectacular" was a compliment? But, sitting quietly, holding hands with Allision, he let the small niggle pass.

Langdon's reverie was rudely interrupted by a chiming sound from AI Maggie on the ship's PA system. It wasn't the emergency alert warning that would wake the dead, but it was the sound that alerted listeners that the forthcoming message was important.

Crewman Mumford, Maggie announced, your first EVA, which according to the plan is only to survey and document the damage to the outer hull, is scheduled to start in 30 minutes. Given the time necessary to suit up, you need to report to the Portal Area in less than three minutes.

Langdon realized that he had no time to spare. He smiled warmly at Allison and said, "Gotta go. Maggie calls. See you, I hope, when I return." Slipping his had out from Allison's, he stood slowly, then moved quickly toward the point to which Maggie had summoned him.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Allison was immediately disappointed to learn that her company was departing. She gave Langdon a pouty expression when he said he had to leave, but when he said he hoped they would see each other afterward, she perked up with a smile.

"Of course!" she said with eager excitement. "I will find something we can do together, though, I can't imagine it would be as exciting as this."

She was so wrong.

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Allison had insisted she help Langdon into his EVA suit and, only then, did she find herself alone again. And lonely. She hadn't expected Langdon's company to be as wonderful as it had been. These human beings were a very social animal, even more so that her conscious and unconscious reviewing of her hostess's brain had revealed to her. She found it intriguing that they would choose to travel about space like this, with all of their crewmates asleep in cryo-beds while only one of them wandered about the ship alone.

She headed for what her brain reminded her was called the ISHH room, or pronounced as a room, the Ish. She was there to watch the EVA on the monitors there. Allison could see the event unfolding from Langdon's helmet-cam and from two cameras mounted fore and aft on the hull. She chatted with him about nothing particular at all, going quiet at those times when Maggie interrupted with actual work related stuff.

Then suddenly, Allison laughed loudly. Occasionally, her unconscious rooting around in this new brain of hers brought up important things. But this time it was humorous trivia. She spoke into the microphone to share her revelation with Langdon, "I-S-H-H … I just remembered what it stands for."

Allison had been glancing about the room at all of the science-y equipment here. She'd seen the sign on the bulkhead outside the compartment that had identified the room as Operations and Equipment Room with an appropriate space number. But she hadn't seen anything explaining the letters her brain recalled, ISHH.

"Important Shit Happens Here!" she said before laughing again. As if thinking Langdon might not know or -- like herself -- had forgotten, Allison continued with humor, "Get it...? I-S-H-H … important shit happens here. Like what you're doing … fixing the hull … so we don't all die … important shit!"

She laughed some more, chatted with Langdon about his repair and other important shit that had been viewed from this location, and then suddenly said out of nowhere, "I have to pee."

The hot liquids Allison had consumed while on the mess decks with Langdon were ready to leave her body. She knew Langdon was well in control, even commenting to him that he didn't need a babysitter, then headed aft for the Female Hygiene Room. As she sat there urinating, she marveled at the wonders of this being's body. She also furled her brow at some of its flaws.

Oh well, she thought, I've seen worst constructions before.

Allison dabbed between her thighs with a tiny cloth to removed the last drops of her discharge, then deposited the cloth in a container where it would be automatically cleaned and sanitized for the next use. As she was doing this, she took a sudden, deep breath at a sensation she had been expecting. She reached her fingers to where her thighs met at what she knew were called labia and gently explored a bit. Allison gave a little moan of pleasure at the sensation she again felt.

She delved into her brain a little more consciously and smiled wide at what she found. Then she laughed again, as she had with the Ishh. Her hostess's memories had a lot to reveal about what she was doing now. It was all rather confusing, to be honest. Her brain told her it was alright to touch these sensitive folds of flesh, to cause this pleasure and even more of it. Yet at the same time, Allision sensed that this was a personal thing, something that a person didn't do in the presence of other people.

Then … she smiled wider yet again … when she found a memory about how her hostess had done this and other similarly pleasurable things … with company!

Allison put her clothes back together, then returned to her own quarters. There, she removed all of her clothes and opened her clothing locker. She positioned the door so that when she went over to sit on the bed, she could see herself. She simply stared at her hostess's body -- her body, Allison told herself to consciously think -- for a couple of minutes … before finally opening her thighs for a view of those sensitive folds she was touching earlier.

Her mind was flooded with thoughts and images and past events as she once again put the tips of her fingers to what her brain told her was her pussy. She began drawing deeper breaths at a slightly more rapid pace; she felt her heart beat a bit faster as she developed a bit of a pattern of movement over the little nub of flesh at the upper center of those sensitive folds. She was masturbating she recalled, laughing at a remembered phase that didn't seem to make any sense, flicking the bean

It wasn't long before the pleasure began to overwhelm Allison. She'd never felt anything like this before with her previous hosts; she'd never even imagined this kind of pleasure. She was beginning to writhe there on the edge of her bed, her eyes going closed for a moment before she forced them open to watch herself. Allison wanted to see every moment of this masturbation, to experience and enjoy it as she had the view from the O-Deck.

But the welling sensation was simply too much, and Allison found herself falling back onto the bed as the pleasure continued to rise. She had begun moaning, then softly crying a bit in a rhythm matching her manipulations of the bean. And then … suddenly … something that she would later call spectacular occurred. The pleasure rose rapidly and peaked, and her entire body exploded in the most incredible sensation she could have ever imagined. Or, actually, couldn't have imagined.

Allison trembled deep down into her core as the waves of euphoria rolled through her. She ceased masturbating, overwhelmed by the feelings -- both mental and physical -- now rushing all about her being...

At some point, she realized that it was all over and she was just laying there on her back, legs over the edge of the bed, hands still in her crotch, finger tips still atop her pussy. She laughed again. She thought with wonder, These human beings. I think I like them.

Allison got up, dressed, and asked Maggie for an update on Langdon. The AI reported that the crewman had just finished his EVA and was exiting his suit now. Allison activated the Comm and invited Langdon to meet her in the Recreation Room for something called cards, an activity that the real Allison had enjoyed prior to the mission's start.

When he arrived, she was sitting on a couch before a low lying coffee table with the cards of a deck arranged midway through a game called Solitaire.

Allison wore her uniform bottoms as she had before, but on top she was wearing only a sports bra, through which cool air chilled nipples were more than obvious. She thought she caught a reaction of surprise on Langdon's face, to which she casually explained, "This is more comfortable. You don't mind, do you? I know I'm supposed to be wearing a shirt, and I can put it on if you prefer."

If he said he did prefer, Allison would hurry back to her quarters. Either way, and without really thinking about what she was doing, Allison began explaining the rules of Solitaire to Langdon and how she thought it was odd that Human Beings -- she actually used the words Human Beings -- would choose to play a game that had such a low percentage of successful completion or winning. She began spitting out information about the odds of winning a game, comparing playing with physical cards as opposed to on a computer, adding that you can set the options for the ability to back track cards to the draw deck and replay moves and...

And then she looked up to Langdon and laughed. "Sorry. I was reading about the game on my PADD earlier and I found it very interesting. How did the EVA go?"

Allison's ability to just suddenly switch tracks didn't seem unusual for her but she thought Langdon's expression indicated that maybe there was something odd about it. She would have to do a little more conscious delving into her hostess's memories to learn more about that.

Part of her jumping about between topics as important as the potentially life and ship saving EVA to topics like whether this room needed less light or simply differently covered walls was her inability to forget what had happened to her earlier in her quarters. A voice in her brain was telling her that that wasn't something about which you talked to a crew member you barely knew, particularly a male one.

But Allison -- this Allison -- hadn't asked the ship's AI to wake Company because she didn't want to talk to him. Langdon was talking about something that wasn't really holding Allison's interest.

"Do you touch yourself, Langdon," she suddenly asked, broaching the subject bouncing about in her brain. There was a moment of silence, after which Allison continued, "Earlier, I was touching myself between my legs … it's called masturbation … and I found it to be an incredible sensation … and I just wondered -- I mean, I know that physically, you and I are different, due to our genders -- but I just wondered, do you enjoy touching yourself as much as I did before I came to meet you here?"

 

[Gr8chtr]

Langdon enjoyed chatting with Allison while performing his EVA. He particularly liked the Important Shit Happens Here nickname for the Operations and Equipment Room. He had not heard that before, but he wasn't surprised. It was likely that as a Supervisor she had more experience than did he. Langdon did think it a bit odd, though; the way she talked about the ISSH designation, it sounded more like she had discovered this, than that she had remembered it. Oh, well...just one more small oddity.

Joining Allison in the Recreation Room seemed like a delightful idea to Langdon, but he wasn't ready for the surprise. Here she was in her crew uniform bottoms, but wearing only a sport bra on top. He had not heard from her that she had been exercising and she wasn't sweating so, why the odd dress?

This is more comfortable. You don't mind, do you? I know I'm supposed to be wearing a shirt, and I can put it on if you prefer.

Langdon certainly didn't mind, and he quietly told her so. His only problem was that seeing her dressed like this regenerated his lust for her. His cock was once again straining against his underwear.

Allison's explication of the ins and outs of Solitaire amused and confused Langdon. Who hadn't played Solitare? One of his two previous voyages, also on a freighter - though immensely smaller than this one - and also with him as the hull maintenance specialist had lasted for 11 Earth months. None of the small crew went into cryo-stasis, but there was little to do. Langdon estimated that he must have played Solitaire at least a couple of hundred times. Once again, he decided to put aside another of Allison's apparent oddities; he was feeling very relaxed and laid back.

Then, as a bolt out of the blue, a surprise from Allison that was so over the top as to be nearly unimaginable.

Do you touch yourself, Langdon? Earlier, I was touching myself between my legs … it's called masturbation … and I found it to be an incredible sensation … and I just wondered -- I mean, I know that physically, you and I are different, due to our genders -- but I just wondered, do you enjoy touching yourself as much as I did before I came to meet you here?

Langdon's elderly grandfather had once taught Langdon an expression that he claimed he had learned from his grandfather: WTF - What the Fuck? Apparently, it was used to convey utter confusion or disbelief at something. That expression came crashing into Langdon's mind as he tried to process what he was sure that he had just heard. Allison said it so matter-of-factly that it didn't seem like a come on, but what sense could he make of this?

He paused for a good 30 seconds, never taking his eyes off of her, all the time while the pain in his confined cock was increasing, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, he decided on something simple. Allison had, apparently, asked for a simple truthful response. He decided to simply respond in kind.

"Well," he said, trying to marshall his strength and resolve, "like just about every other man I have ever known, yes, sometimes I masturbate. And, it feels pretty good." He paused again, remembering what he had decided to say. "However, pleasurable as that is, I much prefer to actually fuck a woman, especially if she has a great body. For example, a woman who I might describe as "spectacular".

 

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Allison could tell almost immediately by Langdon's reaction that her question had been inappropriate. She wasn't quite sure why at first, so she dug consciously down into her hostess's memories for an answer. And what she found made her smile. This was most definitely not something a female was supposed to ask of a male, particularly a female who wasn't intimately involved with said male, and more particularly when that female was the boss of that male.

But it was too late now, and Langdon was responding in a way that made Allison wonder whether or not her hostess's memories weren't out of alignment with the thinking of other females. After all, after his expression of shock and momentary delay in answering, he not only told Allison that he, too, masturbated, but that he preferred to fuck even more. And that wasn't something a male told a female unless it was appropriate … right?

Then he added, "For example, a woman who I might describe as "spectacular".

Allison smiled wider. He'd called her spectacular earlier. Which meant he wanted to fuck her. She said in that still-strange, matter of fact blunt tone of her, "That's a compliment, right...? To want to fuck someone … that's a compliment? I mean, if I am remembering right … not every one wants to fuck everyone else. It implies an interest in enjoying that person's company in a very advanced sort of way."

She listened to his response, which was suddenly cut off by a soft overhead tone, followed by the AI's voice. "Allison, please report to the bridge immediately. We may need to make a slight course correction within the next six hours. Please confirm."

"Message confirmed, Maggie," Allison said, standing. Digging into her memories of navigation, she ordered Langdon, "Please report to the Engine Room. It is very unlikely that we will need you there, but Procedure dictates that if a second crew member is available, that crew member is to be in Engineering in case there is a problem."

As if the conversation about masturbation hadn't even occurred, Allison turned to leave. But then she stopped suddenly, looked to her male crewman with a smile, and told him in a slightly peppy tone, "I think I'd like to fuck you, too, Langdon. It sounds fun."

And she was off.

 

[Gr8chtr]

Maggie's summoning Allison to the bridge and the concomitant requirement that he go to engineering provided a small relief for Langdon. He was so gob-smacked that he could barely breathe. Her ending statement, "I think I'd like to fuck you, too, Langdon. It sounds fun" alone would have been enough to cause him to be shocked. But her lead-in to her parting comment, "That's a compliment, right...? To want to fuck someone … that's a compliment? I mean, if I am remembering right … not every one wants to fuck everyone else. It implies an interest in enjoying that person's company in a very advanced sort of way" was beyond weird. All of a sudden all of the little "oddities" that Langdon had noticed, but dismissed, about Allison began to add up to something larger, but he didn't know what.

As Langdon walked to Engineering he got a brief message from Allison suggesting that after the course correction they meet on the O deck for dinner; she would have Maggie make something special. Had his last conversation with Allison not occurred, Langdon would have welcomed this suggestion warmly; now, he wasn't sure what to make of it.

Langdon reached Engineering quickly. There was nothing for him to do unless something went wrong with the course correction, which was very unlikely. In fact, Procedures only dictated that a crew member be sent to Engineering if such were available. Even the architects of the Procedures apparently didn't think that the risk was very great. His lack of obligations allowed Langdon to concentrate on what had just happened and try to make some sense of it all. He had an idea.

"Maggie", he called out to the AI, "please review the health records of shipmate Allison Rooker for any entries regarding previous mental disorders or abnormalities of behavior or thinking."

Maggie responded, as always, nearly instantaneously, "Langdon, you are a Crew Member. You are not Allison's Supervisor. Procedures do not allow you to access the health records of anyone on the ship."

Rebuffed, Langdon had an idea. "Maggie, you are responsible for my safety, right?" Maggie responded in the affirmative. "Thanks, Maggie, OK,", he replied, "Please analyze all of Allison's statements since I came out of stasis, and estimate whether I am in danger from Allison and, if so, to what degree."

Uncharacteristically, Maggie took a full 5 seconds before responding. "Langdon, I estimate that there is no discernible physical danger to you from Allison. By contrast, I estimate that there is a 93.7% chance that you will have a lot of fun with her very soon."

Having received no help other than a cryptic message from Maggie and having heard on his Comm from Allison that Maggie had determined that there was no need for a course correction, Langdon trudged to the O deck, unsure of what lay ahead.